A Fathers Day Booty Buffet

Mr. Scotch strained uncomfortably inside the cramped box, his barrel tilted forwards and downwards in an awkward yoga position that left his rump upraised and his flower cutie marks utterly exposed to the air outside. His bearish form had been squeezed into a piece of “training equipment” designed for the svelte bodies of the stallions and mares of the Royal Guard, and his wings, however carefully pinned to his back, were already becoming tired!

This shy pegasus stallion had never sought the limelight, but ever since his son became known as the Element of Kindness, he’d had to deal with unwanted attention from the pegasi paparazzi — all too much of it focused on his doughy hindquarters and his musky sheath. Now, it seemed even royalty had taken an interest in “Butterscotch’s hot dad,” and the poor stallion was nervous indeed about his upcoming audience. Still, at least this latest inconvenience came from Butterscotch doing something productive with his life... unlike his layabout of a sister!

“Erm, ah, is everypony doing alright?” Mr. Scotch called out to his similarly situated friends, not so much as to reassure them as to quell the butterflies that fluttered in his own stomach. His oversized dad-glasses were slowly sliding down his muzzle, and before long the forbidding letters that magically hovered in front of his vision would be nothing but a blur:

TEST DURATION: 00:06:10
SEMEN COLLECTED: 0mL
YOUR RANK: PATHETIC!

“I do hope Henry comes back soon...” sighed the ever fussy Cookie Crumbles from the next box over. “There must be more to his ‘Father’s Day surprise’ than this stinky old milking station. Why, I don’t believe this fleshlight has been washed since the last stallion used it!”

Mr. Crumbles’ bright purple unicorn prick was fully erect as usual, encased in a squishy silicone toy that thrummed with magical power, much to his dismay. This hunk of a stallion was deeply embarrassed by the thought of getting off in such a common way. With so many young stallions and mares rotating in and out of his bed, it seemed quite beneath him to waste his load into a silicone toy used by horny soldiers. Little did the prissy unicorn know that the onahole now coddling his cock was no 5 bit sex shop special, but a military grade stallion drainer, built to be used on the kingdom’s most powerful studs!

“My daughter told me all about these,” Twilight Velvet confided in his fellow DILFs. A magic suppression ring clamped onto his horn left the naughty twink every bit as helpless as the less adventurous unicorn next to him, and his onahole made wet smacking sounds against his well used prick as it alternately constricted and relaxed. “They’re used for building stamina among the Guard. Gleaming Shield says the stimulation gets more intense, the longer you stay in the box.”

“And just when you think you can’t nut one more time, they send in the stallions!” Windy Whistles chuckled, wiggling his exposed plot at anypony who might be watching. The clapping of his meaty cheeks echoed throughout the well appointed chamber in Canterlot Castle into which Solaris’ human husband had escorted them only minutes earlier. “I remember this from my days in the Guard... I wonder if I can beat my old score!”

“Where is that rascal, Bubble Berry?” Cloudy Quartz wanted to know. Like Mr. Scotch, the old fashioned rock farmer felt his glasses slipping dangerously down his muzzle, as he was suspended face-down ass-up in this most undignified of positions. “He promised to take me to a Father’s Day buffet in Canterlot — and he knows never to mix pranks and brunch!”

“Well now, Mr. Quartz, I fear we might just be the Father’s Day buffet...” Pear Butter chuckled. The easygoing country stallion’s curly mane hung down like a golden curtain before his eyes. His cock was the smallest among the assembled dads, with its petite flare barely nestling inside the tip of his designated onahole, but he didn’t mind at all. A strict bottom when it came to his fellow stallions, Pear Butter only used his cute little dick on mares, which meant it wasn’t likely to see any use at all, here in Prince Solaris’ royal fuckchambers!

When the hard bodied farm stallion returned to the guest room he shared with his wife... well, things would surely go off differently in that bed! But for now, Bright Mac was off on a Canterlot shopping trip with Night Light and the other wives, and Pear Butter was enjoying some much needed “guy time,” strapped into a freeuse sex box alongside the macho fathers of Applejack’s friends.

Now, if only somepony could finally show up to enjoy this buffet that had been so carefully assembled! These horny boys were stiff and ready, and each had begun to smell the irresistible scents of his neighbours’ arousal. So far from their wives, so close to each other! All these backed up nuts needed sweet, cum gushing, gay as fuck relief! Whatever could be taking so long?

Meanwhile, deep in Canterlot Castle, two Guardstallions stoically observed a sight that had become ever more common since Prince Solaris’ scandalous royal wedding: that sensuous biped from another world, now known as Prince Consort Henry. His lithe form poured into a little black dress, the human pulled Prince Solaris behind him like a mere animal, guiding Equestria’s blindfolded ruler through his own palace using a silver lead attached to a jewelled halter. The stumbling Prince’s heavy gold horseshoes sounded on the crystal floors of Canterlot Castle as Solaris obediently followed his human husband, heading towards a surprise of which he knew absolutely nothing.

Henry had personally knelt to attach those horseshoes, installed the royal tackle and dressed his handsome horse-hubby in full finery, as he did on mornings when Solaris was to conduct important diplomacy. Yet no such wholesome activities were on the agenda for today, for the kinky human had cleared the royal schedule to treat his “Sun Daddy” to a raunchy Fathers Day treat!

The first step was to lead Solaris blindfolded through his own palace, parading him past shocked nobles and gawking Royal Guards. Not knowing who was looking at him, Solaris eagerly trotted behind his husband as if drawn by the promise of a tasty carrot or sugarcube — or more likely, a fine piece of ass! His mighty alicorn sheath twitched with a growing lust as his sensitive nose picked out his dominant lover’s obvious arousal. Though the human’s cock was caged and limp, peaking for all to see beneath the hem of his short skirt, there was no question which among the two royal lovers was in charge today!

After some minutes Henry had returned to his starting point, leading his leashed husband right back to the place where their journey had begun. “Here we are, babe,” he whispered at last, tapping Solaris’ magnificent flank to signal a stop. The human dropped the lead and lovingly kissed and caressed the muzzle of his equine husband. Solaris’ alicorn magic gave him near the power of a god, and the way he brutally horsecocked Henry’s asshole at public events fed his public image as Equestria’s ultimate top... which made these moments of submission even more delicious!

Henry nodded to the two guards, who obeyed the silent command from their new Prince. Igniting their horns, they opened the vast doors that led into the royal fuckchambers, home of Equestria’s most coveted pleasures and delightful perversions.

“My dearest Henry,” Solaris chuckled as the doors silently swung wide, “I do believe you’ve blindfolded me just so you can lead me around and show me off.”

“Is that so, my dear?” Henry tittered, reaching for the blindfold that hid Solaris’ beautiful eyes from his own.

“I’ve lived in this castle for centuries,” Solaris continued with cocky and misplaced confidence, as a strange and delightful smell wafted into his eagerly sniffing nostrils. “I know every passage and hallway, and I’m quite certain that you’ve done nothing more than lead me down to the kitchens. I expect next I’ll be dipped in chocolate, and then you’ll lick — dear me, what glorious studs!”

For as he spoke, Henry had gently slipped off Solaris’ blindfold, letting the Sun Prince catch his first glimpse of the feast that awaited him. This was no kitchen, though Solaris would surely be eating his fill today! Six Royal Guard milking stations stood before him, but the young studs he so enjoyed ravishing in those stations were nowhere to be seen. Instead, bursting out of those precariously stuffed boxes were the asses of half a dozen mature stallions — six huge, wobbling, double wide daddy donks! This Fathers Day the thoughtful Henry had seen fit to seed Solaris’ private fuckchambers with a veritable field of DILFs, each one ripe and ready for the plow!

No common Royal Guard locker room was this, where Solaris worshipped at the fountain of strong and vibrant youth. Neither was this the Prince’s decadent boudoir, where “masculine” and “feminine” were mere labels shed as loving bodies intertwined. Henry had transformed the royal fuckchambers into a place for the traditional working class stallion, setting an atmosphere as masculine as any dimly lit sports bar. This was a welcoming place for seasoned males to briefly escape their wives, enjoy good company, tell raunchy jokes... and be fucked up the ass by the occasional passing alicorn!

The horny sight mingled with the overwhelming scent of stallion-musk to make Solaris wobble woozily in his horseshoes. Before him, six fat sets of virile balls overflowed the boxes of the milking stations, dangling like swaying, twitching pendulums. Six tails instinctively raised as they presented themselves to their rightful ruler. A dozen cutie marks glistened with pure sweat of male arousal. Between those ponderous cheeks lay ponuts galore... six delectable, delicious, sweaty, musky buttholes... all for Solaris to kiss, to lick, to fuck and to fill with royal sperm!

“Happy Father’s Day... Sun Daddy,” Henry whispered with a light kiss to Solaris’ lips.

The Prince was simply unable to respond. Though he’d mounted countless males of all species, sizes and builds, in all of his kingdom he’d never imagined such broad, spankable dumptrucks! “Wh-who are these stallions?” he whispered, nearly heartbroken at the sight. To think that such treasures had gone unknown in his realm for so long!

“Oh, of course you remember Twilight Velvet,” Henry murmured. Solaris’ twink of a consort twirled his way over to a milking station in the middle of the group, and gently stroked the wondrous curves of a light grey plot much larger than his own head. “We had the most wonderful time with him and his wife during the Winter Wrap-Up afterparty.”

“Ah, yes, of course,” Solaris stammered. To be honest, that entire night was a blur of flesh and fluids! “I... I didn’t recognize him from the back. And the others?”

“Posey Scotch, Cookie Crumbles, Windy Whistles, Cloudy Quartz, and Pear Butter,” Henry explained, moving his hands from rump to glorious rump, pointing out each cutie mark like a waiter listing the ingredients of a delectable dessert. “Yes, I’ve convinced the sires of our beloved Element bearers to join us for a very special Fathers Day treat.”

“W-wait, isn’t Pear Butter dead?” asked Solaris, suddenly puzzled.

“Does he look dead?” Henry responded with a pout. The naughty human reached for the milking station on the end, tugging apart Mr. Butter’s toned cheeks to reveal his winking, achingly unfilled pucker.

“He looks hawt,” Solaris admitted, admiring the golden buns of Applejack’s long absent father.

“There you are, then. Dig in, my love, they’re all waiting for you, and eager to be of service.”

Solaris felt like a colt in a candy store as he hungrily trotted towards the line of prominent plots upthrust before him. As befit the fathers of Equestria’s greatest heroes, not a single rump could be described as undersized, or anything short of bootylicious! Intoxicating steam rose from their fragrant ballsacks, a dozen dangling foalmakers which dwarfed many mares’ teats with their size and firmness. These proud testicles swam with heroic sperm, ready if necessary to breed another group of Element bearers at a moment’s notice. Yet any loads these stallions popped off today — and the loads were destined to be many — could simply be drained through the vibrating onaholes mounted within their milking stations, and channelled into a large Royal Guard cum-trough which Henry had thoughtfully set up nearby.

There was so much testosterone in the air, that Solaris felt he might become pregnant just from sharing a fuckchamber with these top tier studs! To enjoy 6 such adonic stallions at once — why, even a Prince rarely experienced such decadence! Yes, thanks to his ever considerate husband, Solaris was about to embark on a Fathers Day journey that he would never forget...